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Ethel lay on the floor screaming. The linen that served as a nappy was filthy and her little hands clasped and unclasped the air as her small red face crunched…
Mrs Blythe looked at the buckle and spat on it. Her brow furrowed and her tongue stuck out as concentration rubbed at the brass, threatening to wear it away. Mr…
All the little kiddies were playing around the brook. Lovely day for it with the weather hot and calm after colder days. It would storm soon thought the old timer…
Purchase this print The Crow Tree Trees Series Isabella Shores YoursByShores This image shows the journey of life. At the start of the climb we see green lush leaves. As…
The two ladies looked across the table at each other, one admiringly and one not so much. The former put her hand to the back of her head to gently…